Sunday, August 20, 2017

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There was never a space, not in his diary, not in his life. Not in his heart.But look at him now, over there at table fourteen staring mindlessly at an upturned menu. Just him and a few empty chairs. Empty spaces.

It came as quite a surprise when he told us she'd gone. A silly argument that got out of hand he said. She's gone away he said, never to return. It made no sense.

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It was indeed a silly argument. A misunderstanding. Yes, she was meeting another man, one of his friends but not for that. They were planning a party, a party for his special day. Yes, they whispered, exchanged knowing glances, and the occasional wink of an eye, but not for that. He confronted her but didn't believe her explanation. You've spoiled the surprise she said. The next surprise was hers.She loved the vegetable plot at the bottom of the garden. She'd cleared a space ready for growing beans. A few days later he filled the space, but not with seeds.

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He won't say where she's gone. Probably buried her in the vegetable plot someone said in jest. How we laughed!

Wow unexpected! Such jealousy and misplaced rage. Maybe to much possessiveness on his part. But truly sad b/c she and his best friend were planning him a party. I wonder why his first thought isn't to believecher but to think she's lying and to kill her. Was he unhappy in the marriage? Was it too late, now that he realized what he lost, surrounded by "spaces."